Prologue
Quinn felt like her heart was being ripped from her very chest by her wife's cruel hands. Will there ever be an end to all the tragedies in her life? "So you're telling me that everything we've been through had been a lie, Rachel?" The blonde asked with a raspy voice, cracking with sorrow.
"YES! I hated you for so long! But I forced myself to marry you and be with you! But I hate you so much, Quinn Fabray. I will never forgive you! Never!" Rachel replied almost screaming with her voice full of contempt.
She slowly dropped to her knees. Quinn clutched her chest as she looked up at her wife. Her heart felt like it would rip open from her chest in acute pain. "God, Rachel… I can't take this… I can't!" she said brokenly, silently wishing for the brunette to take her words back.
But Rachel just looked at her with bitter, cold eyes. Quinn didn't see an ounce of forgiveness in them.
The blonde couldn't take anymore of Rachel's hateful gaze, it was full of disgust. The woman she loved more than her very own life hated her. Really hated her. It was so painful. But knowing that she was the only one to blame for this hatred was unbearable. What she did was unforgivable. A sin that she could never forgive herself for.
She hastily got up and left the room. She got in her car and drove away from their home. A home that she believed was once filled with love and happiness.
She drove aimlessly, her mind full of the horrible truths of her past. Her face was drowning in tears, burning her eyes. She could hardly see where she was going.
She entered the freeway traffic, driving like a maniac, as if the speed of her car could take her away from the tragedy that had been her companion all her life. She felt betrayed, damned and forsaken.
She floored the accelerator, her Jag sports car zooming in between cargo truck and cars through the highway like a rocket. She recklessly overtook every car and every truck that could possibly block her escape. She wanted to get away. Run away from everything.
Something slammed at the back of her Jag. The impact caused her to spin out of control. A blinding light was speeding towards her, a deafening sound of warning accompanying it. She gripped the steering wheel and tried to maneuver to the right.
But it was too late.
She closed her eyes and waited for the smashing impact. She felt it and it seemed to tear her whole body apart. And then she felt nothing. She had the surreal feeling of flying…. Floating…. And she heard herself saying over and over… Rachel… forgive me… forgive me… my love….
And in slow motion, her entire life flashed like a movie right before her very eyes….
Next Chapter: Ten Years Before